I looked at the room. It was neatly arranged, everything was prepared. I sat down on the bed, the bed looked soft. It is strange though, could it be they are just giving me all these things to prepare me for my death? Nancy, what are you thinking about?
-With the maids-
" Prepare something for the lady,"
" Kelsey, how many days do you think she will stay alive?" one of the maids said